Obligatory 'Evil Overlord Post'…
Some Experience Necessary
1.6
It was at this time, while the sun was starting to set, that Prozen was calmly starting to pack up his desk and consider going home. He'd stayed a little later than he'd hoped, and he was pretty much alone inside his office, so naturally, nothing should have stopped him from just…going.
The apartment was his tonight. His alone. The idea of renting a movie and getting take-out and not having to share was delightful, even slightly guilty as the back-seat driving parent in him suggested. It was very hard to ignore that little voice, because despite his demeanour of hard-handed military might and psychotic calm, he knew what being the odd one out was like and really, genuinely, liked his brattish adopted son. Even with the tantrums and the constant BUT THE ZOID BLEW UP ON ITS OWN excuses.
The spacious office didn't need much in the way of closing down, and the cleaner was already poking his nose around the door and making shooing gestures for Prozen to hurry up – he obliged, but not before refilling the kettle and making a fresh pot of coffee.
After all, you take care of your cleaners – they know where your dirt is hidden.
"Mighty busy two floors down." The man said looking over the rims of his glasses. Behind him the door opened again – two of the other cleaning staff members were crowded around the office's tiny kitchenette, where Prozen's secretaries had been a few hours before.
The words were innocent enough, but Prozen understood the code of the invisible staff of the palace. "I see. I should go and see what the trouble is. Might be nothing."
The man smiled, showing broken teeth. "Could be a mouse."
Oh dear. Prozen decided he should hurry.
~ To be continued.
To answer an unsigned reviewer – these aren't parodies as such, they were played straight faced amongst other rather odd characters in an rpgsite I was on ages back. The only things missing are that the zoids appear as either Blade Ligers or whatever is the flavour of that month but are 'secretly machines of death' except the players piloting them were…well, not very good. And would then lurk in rp for awhile throwing themselves in danger/ trying to get attention and then disappearing. I met only one straight-faced player of such a character who started as a mary-sue but did salvage the character to a vengeful single mum which was pretty awesome.
Everyone else got mad, got an rp-boy/girlfriend and then proceeded to talk the talk but not walk the walk. Prozen, masquerading as Just Another Peon ran afoul of many of these players, but either played dumb and skipped away with fingers in his ears or beat them with the zoid equivalent of a foil-covered chocolate rabbit - the Glowfox. Good times.
Raven is the current flavour of the month, but then he usually is because the person who elects the flavours likes him a lot.